Chapter 611 The Absoluteness of History
"Uhhhh." "You really don't gamble now?"
"Cough" The boy with curly hair coughed twice, showing a shy smile: "Occasionally, it's really just a small gamble."
It's Agaremar.
Compared to when we met a few years ago, the other party seemed to have changed. His thin figure suddenly reached 1.7 meters and 7 meters due to sufficient nutritional supply. The cheap second-hand mechanical prosthesis was also replaced with a model that was not cheap to the naked eye.
Even the temperament of hanging around the streets of corporate alliances, stepping on needles and condoms all year round, and hunching over in the blood-stained alley, has become a rather subtle bookish spirit.
"Okay, I can actually explain this a little—"
Agalemal pulled the collar of her shirt and chuckled: "Mainly, [one-third of luck] is a bit too useful to use for some probabilities. I have this psychic skill, so don't you have to use it?"
"By the way, I really didn't expect that you would appear here. I was shocked when I saw that you were asking me for notification!"
"The Silent Learning is not an observer who transcends everything. Why can't I appear here?"
Song Shi leaned against the railing and looked at the rugged waves below. This is a city park located on the second floor of the outside world. These scholars obviously have no interest in asceticism and built a not-small artificial lake for this park.
"The peak of the first ring." Song Shi commented objectively, "I think the promotion speed is a bit slow."
"Hey, hey, you can't expect everyone to be like you." Agalemal scratched his head, "Well, I admit, even according to normal standards, it still doesn't seem to be fast."
"What is the last psychic skill?" Song Shi asked, "I remember that the gift Daotu gave you was [one-third of luck], and then you got the [delay] by mistake, which can delay the repayment of 'two-thirds of misfortunes'."
Agalemal replied without hesitation: "It's [expansion]. Lucky interference is limited, but I can make this force stronger temporarily."
"By the way, please explain it in advance, don't say anything like 'try to me'. No matter how much I expand, I can't interfere with the fourth ring, let alone the fourth ring like you who are involved in a lot of big things."
The boy pointed to his temple, then put his palms together, and prayed: "If you have to try, it will be enough for me to lie on the bed for a week."
"Am I like that kind of person?"
Song Shi's face did not change his expression.
"But you actually became the reserve clerk. I really didn't expect this. Isn't the clerk very high?"
"What do you mean? I'm also studying hard and hard, okay." Agalemal counted with his fingers: "Gun use and reorganization, literature, geography, and various histories - my current level of history, and the master's degree in the enterprise alliance may not be able to do it."
"Use history as a mirror to know the success or substitution." Song Shi was a little interested: "Then let's talk about the current situation in Terra?"
"Have you cooked with a pressure cooker? It's going to explode." Agalemal said bluntly: "I can't think of the possibility of incomplete war."
"Say something I don't know." Song Shi shook his head.
"Uh" Agalemal thought for a while: "That seems to be gone." "Oh no, it seems to be true." The boy suddenly reacted: "If you ask me what I think, don't talk about the distance, just talk about the near Seven Land War, a battle involving tens of thousands of people and hundreds of thousands of people. Now it is just a short paragraph. No one still remembers how many times the knife pierced the skin and how many liters of blood have dried up."
"But"Agalemal suddenly paused, as if he was considering the words. After a while, he spoke: "Maybe from the perspective of history, this is not a bad thing. The world is bad enough now, and perhaps overturning and reconstruction is the only choice."
The boy stretched out his hand, and the angular alloy prosthesis covered the artificial sun, and the sunlight was projected from the gaps between his fingers to his face, forming mottled light patterns.
"I am very lucky. I am so lucky. I first met you when I was abducted to be a human sieve. Then I successfully came to the Silents to learn and became a reserve clerk." The boy shook his head slowly: "But with the lucky people like me, how many people can there be in the world? More people are gone in a clean and neat way, why do they disappear?"
Agalemal withdrew his hand and straightened his collar. "That's what I think."
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Aerospace Mothership·Outside the World.
After Agaremar said goodbye.
A pure white room with a standard cube structure. "—I'll briefly talk about the summary."
No mistakes, one poem, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Motimer leaned against the sofa, and the young man sat on the sofa opposite. It seemed that both sides were not going to conduct some incredible experiments, but rather like making an appointment with the treatment room for the psychologist’s weekend schedule.
"If you are ready, just shout it's OK."
The man smiled and said, "We want to observe the absoluteness of the 'historical nodes', that is, when the environment, identity and power change, can modern historical nodes become historical nodes of the past - and vice versa."
"I will later use [Infinity of Everything] to place you into a randomly selected reproduced history, it is not random. You can think that this is a virtual game, or take everything you meet seriously, as you like, and we will not interfere with it."
Modiy pondered for a moment.
"To be precise, we will not interfere with anything, you just need to do whatever you want."
"Okay." Song Shi raised his hand: "Reappearing history, it's so touching. I can't wait."
"Although this is said to be very disrespectful to history." Mortimer snapped his fingers: "The first test, let's start--"
A crisp sound rang out of the room, as if millions of crystal balls were gently colliding together.
Song Shi only felt that an indescribable traction was put on his palm. It was a gentle force, and he could get rid of it with just one thought - but at this moment, how could he choose to give up?
The consciousness sinks, and maybe it's a moment later, and then suddenly wakes up.
When Song Shi opened his eyes again, he heard the strong wind blowing through the banner and the rapid horns.
What touched the five senses earlier than the sound was the lingering turbid bloody smell. The tent that was set up in a hurry was rolled up and the tent door was rolled up, and the muffled thunder of shouting, wailing and horse hooves trampling on them came to my face!
(This chapter ends)